#on duty belt

[koreessentials]

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[temeyes]

sergeant doods

[heartburns4ff]

[fuumiku]

It was Maid Day today yesterday a week ago so I got struck by inspiration to draw the worsties, and it ran away from me into a whole AU where they’re coworkers at a maid cafe. She’s a med student & this is just a part time job, and this is his depression job while he gets his life back together. He needs something he can be workaholic about to forget what it’s like having a personal life and personal issues. He’s actually the accountant, but the new hire janitor (Izutsumi) doesn’t show up for half her shifts and is a sloppy worker, so he gets the extra work of doing her job on top of his because he’s undervalued and overworked. Of course, janitors also have an uniform to keep the aesthetic cohesion as they go about cleaning the place, of course.

Senshi’s the part time cook you only see slivers off, he’s kind and warm when you do see him and have a chat but most shifts he’s in and out the kitchen without a trace. Laios and Falin are regulars because Falin and Marcille are besties & in the same med school, Laios accompanies Falin as she visits her friend at work and gets hooked on the food. Chilchuck has to remind Marcille to work instead of chatting with Falin for an hour, and next thing he knows she’s distracting him from work too. That’s it that’s the AU. Inspired by this idol AU fanart a bit <3

This was not meant to be birthday gift but well…… Happy bday Chil!!!

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[shadow0-1]

Soap 100% got his belt while he was in Mexico

[tiddygame]

ghost’s civilian wardrobe is nothing but hawaiian shirts. soap is in utter disbelief the first time he sees it. ghost says they’re good bc:

it’s so fucking ugly, no one can stand to look at it for too long so he doesn’t draw attention

No one thinks the ghost would wear something so bright and stupid meaning he’s completely under cover every time he’s on leave

they’re cheap and an easy thrift

but he just really fucking likes how goddamn ugly they are

…

at least, that’s what he tells soap. and himself. in reality, they were always tommy’s thing. he always wore them to the point everyone knew that the safest gift to get him was the ugliest patterned shirts they could find. in every family photo, tommy was the easiest to spot with the brightest eye sore worn proudly with a smile.

after that cold night in december, all of their stuff was either donated or thrown away.

one day, ghost was thrift shopping (because even though now he had more money, habits from being raised in a poor home die hard) and saw one of them. he froze. at first, he thought it was just one that looked similar. but when he inspected it, it even had that old tear tommy had gotten simon to fix and sew up for him.

he grabbed it in a daze. he searched every rack in that store and found a few more hawaiian shirts. if they were tommy’s or not didn’t matter. he bought them. for days, he hunted through every thrift store in town buying every stupid patterned shirt he saw.

knowing that the few shirts he collected was the only thing he had left of his baby brother finally broke him. he probably looked insane, sitting in his old beat up pickup truck, surrounded by shopping bags from different stores, crying into a yellow and orange button up with flowers on it, and one sewn up tear on the sleeve. but it was tommy’s. and it was all he had.

at first, they were hidden away in a box. he lied to himself that it was because he wanted to keep them safe, but in reality, he couldn’t look at them without either wanting to cry or punch holes in the wall.

but, one christmas, he finally pulls his head out of his ass and grabs them. visits the cemetery in a stupid yellow and orange monstrosity of a shirt and complains that tommy couldn’t have had a better fashion sense.

he wears another when he has to go grocery shopping. and again when he runs errands. and again. and again. and again.

the first time one of them got something on it, he almost cried and pulled every trick his mother taught him about removing stains. the shadow of it persisted but the pattern covered most of it.

eventually, they became a staple of his wardrobe.

years later, soap watched ghosts careful routine he had for washing the shirts. they were always washed separately on delicate and air dried with routine inspections for any holes or tears. it would click later, when finding an old family photo, one with a young boy on simon’s shoulders and another man next to him in a familiar yellow and orange shirt, that perhaps simon hadn’t been entirely truthful when he said he just liked them.

simon was scared the first time soap did his laundry, but johnny always washed them with the same level of care, following the exact same routine. he still made fun of him (lovingly, of course), saying that crimes against fashion must run in the family.

…

and further down the line, years later, they will be old and graying with wrinkles, wearing matching hawaiian shirts. johnny will complain about how ugly they are yet will still wear it happily (and tune out simon reminding him that it was johnnys idea to start matching)

[fashiondivablog]

2000s Studs moodboard

[shock-the-monkey-82]

#6785

[uhohdad]

(18+) ABUSE & NON-CONSENSUAL THEMES

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König’s Gloves are rough and coarse on your soft, delicate breasts. He loves watching you squirm under his harsh touch, laughing at the way you hiss and writhe when he pinches your nipples between his fingertips. Such a fun little doll to play with, ja?

König’s Glove dug into the flesh of your cheeks, scratching against the underneath of your jaw as he holds your head firmly in place. He tells you to Open wide, little one, before spitting into your mouth, priding himself at your pathetic whines and sad puppy-dog eyes, how he’s trained you take his abuse like the good little girl you’re supposed to be.

König’s Glove clasped around your neck, cutting off your breaths for air. He’ll laugh at the way your eyes swell in fear with every passing second, weakly scratching at his arm guards in your breathless desperation. His favorite part is when he can see the true doubt creep in - when you begin to worry that this little game you both play is about to turn into a homicide. He waits until you’re dancing the blurry line between conscious and unconscious, releasing his deadly grip on you at the very last moment. He stands by to watch you sputter and gasp for the air that he controls. You breathe when he says, little one.

König’s Glove on the crown of your head, steadying himself as he wets his cock with your tongue. Threading his fingers through locks of your hair and tightening against your scalp. A firm hold while he ruthlessly fucks that obedient, warm mouth around your muffled objections. He wants to ruin you, to stain your cheeks with tears, suffocate you with a cock that’s too big, coat your face in your drool and his finish.

König’s Gloves releasing their rigid hold on you only to return to your plush ass with a strict smack. He gives a hoarse laugh at the breathy, surprised gasp he forces from you. He’ll give you a few more for good measure, painting your ass with his handprints and reveling in each of your pitiful winces and moans. He hopes the influence his gloves have on you lingers long after he’s gone.

König’s Gloves soaking up your arousal while he pushes his thick fingers into you, gripping the entirety of your cunt with his possessive, brute hold. His hand just a blur as he pumps into you, watching you with those uninterested, cold eyes as he plays with his toy. So pathetic you are, with your high-pitched moans and whines, squirming and twitching in his lap, clawing at his bicep in response to his unrestrained slams into your dripping cunt. Having trouble sitting still, little one?

König’s Gloves on your waist, guiding you as you bounce on him, too much of a cockdrunk slut to be able to keep a steady, respectable rhythm on your own. Digging his fingers painfully into your soft flesh as he nears his finish, as he pounds your tight, dripping cunt from underneath you. An obedient, pliant doll for him to stuff. Long after you’ve gone limp in his hold, reduced to nothing but a whimpering, drooling mess at his hands, he buries his finish so far inside you it’ll be leaking out into your panties for the rest of the day. <3

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✧₊⁺ König’s Boots ✧₊⁺ König’s Belt ✧₊⁺ König’s Teeth

[meeelis]

𝓥𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓬𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓵𝓽

[temeyes]

on your horse muppet, wE ARE LEAVING-

[andy-clutterbuck]

𝟦𝓍𝟢𝟧 | 𝐼𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓃𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉

[andro-dino]

🦈🌟‼️

[shortnotsweet]

ghostsoap as cowboys in the old west. the red sun is dying in the far horizon and they just can’t quit each other. hit send tweet

[my-outfitisamasterpiece]

Amelia Hamlan 90's fashion sense in low ride jeans in Milan 24'

[skanklaurent]

Hello tumblrverse. I am back.